Lyrics Zero She Flies (2007 Remastered Version) - Al Stewart
                                                She's 
                                                    a 
                                                mollusc
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                seamstress
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                princess
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                priestess
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                negress
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                knows 
                                                her 
                                                position
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                    a 
                                                swallow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                willow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                cello
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pillow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                bow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                also 
                                                    a 
                                                physician
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                takes 
                                                your 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                mends 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                pours 
                                                the 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                breaks 
                                                the 
                                                bread
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                has 
                                                no 
                                                lies 
                                                to 
                                                tell 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                no 
                                                truths 
                                                to 
                                                sell 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                    a 
                                                girl
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                almost 
                                                    a 
                                                woman
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Zero, 
                                                she 
                                                flies 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                sighs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spreads 
                                                her 
                                                wings 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                seagull
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                mountain 
                                                he 
                                                watches 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Biding 
                                                his 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                his 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                eagle
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                    a 
                                                hawthorn
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                raven
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                scarecrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                haven
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                moon-blessed 
                                                thought 
                                                and 
                                                opinion
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                will 
                                                laugh 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                fountains
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bones 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mountains
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lie 
                                                deep 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                forest 
                                                religion
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                call 
                                                his 
                                                name 
                                                when 
                                                evening 
                                                falls
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                sets 
                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                wind 
                                                calls
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                feed 
                                                him 
                                                and 
                                                heed 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                times 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                need 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                almost 
                                                his 
                                                woman
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Zero, 
                                                she 
                                                flies 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                sighs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spreads 
                                                her 
                                                wings 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                seagull
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                mountain 
                                                he 
                                                watches 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Biding 
                                                his 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                his 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                eagle
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                shuddering 
                                                mad 
                                                red 
                                                blood-let 
                                                sunset
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tired 
                                                man 
                                                is 
                                                leaving 
                                                his 
                                                cover
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                soft 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                Zero
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                cut 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                sounds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                vanishing 
                                                feet 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                lover
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                door 
                                                slams 
                                                shut
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                grows 
                                                tight
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                her 
                                                throat 
                                                is 
                                                gripped
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                of 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                left
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                clock 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                shelf
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                it 
                                                ticks 
                                                one 
                                                day 
                                                into 
                                                another
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Zero, 
                                                she 
                                                sighs 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                broken 
                                                wings 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                seagull
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                mountain 
                                                he 
                                                watches 
                                                her, 
                                                sensing 
                                                his 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                his 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                eagle
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                pall 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                the 
                                                man 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mountain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                nearing 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                travel
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                fence 
                                                is 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                westland 
                                                bounds
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                footfall 
                                                pounds 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                gravel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Comes 
                                                    a 
                                                knock 
                                                three 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                grows 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                he 
                                                steps 
                                                inside 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                sudden 
                                                chill
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                is 
                                                caught 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                net 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                coming 
                                                of 
                                                dawn 
                                                to 
                                                unravel
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Zero, 
                                                she 
                                                flies 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                sighs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spreads 
                                                her 
                                                wings 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                seagull
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                mountain 
                                                he's 
                                                coming
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judging 
                                                his 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                his 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                eagle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                Zero, 
                                                she 
                                                flies 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spreads 
                                                her 
                                                wings 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                seagull
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                her 
                                                window 
                                                he 
                                                watches 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                man 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                his 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                an 
                                                eagle
 
                                    
                                 
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